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Max and Connors open an equipment case. From within they start to take an arsenal of heavy weapons. They are joined by three other men.
"What are you doing?" Ianto asks with annoyance.
"My job. Yours is over." Max slams a magazine home into his MP-5 - he does a lock and load with rapid precision.
"I told you - when I lead a team, I don't leave my team. My job is over when everyone is back on the boat safely and that gun doesn't change anything." Ianto snarls "That gun will only piss them off!"
"Mister Weyland?" Max demands. "Do we have to listen to him?"
Weyland looks at Max and Ianto. "He brought us here, he's getting us home. You and your crew back him up. He is here for a reason as well!"
Max nods, following orders. Around the room, a series of machine guns are quickly loaded. The sound of the mechanical loading and cocking of the guns echo throughout the long corridor. Max motions to Ianto who Is clearly annoyed "After you."
Ianto consults his digital wrist compass. "This bearing should take us back to the entrance. We make it to the surface and we regroup at the Whaling station."
"What about James and Rousseau?" James asks.
"We'll find them on the way out." Ianto says with finality. He knows what they will find, could have warned them but knows they will not believe him. Ianto leads the team through the long corridor.
"Stone ... Verheiden ... Cover our backs!" Max barks as he looks impressive, stalking after Ianto as Maddy steps to one side, still unseen as she sniffs him in passing.
Curious about this one Rumtuck has taken a disliking to.
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A Face Hugger lies beside Rousseau. 5 more bodies laying on the ground all with Face Huggers on them.
Rousseau wakes, in immediate agony. She claws at her chest. Something is trying to GET OUT!
With a spurt of blood, a CHEST BURSTER erupts.
Another set of Alien Eggs have appeared at the bottom of the sacrificial slabs, in the bowl shaped indentation.
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Weyland and his team have gone. An optical blur then a Predator materializes. He stares down into the Sarcophagus. We see it reflected in the eye sockets of his armored face plate. The Sarcophagus is empty. The Predator Plasma Guns are missing.
The humans have taken them.
The Predator intensifies the amplitude of his heat vision.
Slowly, boot prints begin to appear on the floor. The residual heat left by the team. The tell-tale prints leads away from the Sarcophagus to the long corridor the team is moving through. The Predators and Jack begin to follow the human footprints.
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A long corridor stretching off into the darkness.
They keep moving. Ianto's flashlight illuminates A gigantic statue. Then another. The corridor is lined with them.
Each statue is a PREDATOR WARRIOR carved out of stone. Gordon and Jethro stare up at one of these bizarre stone creatures. They're humanoid in shape, though much larger than a human being in size. Their heads are larger and they're wearing massive helmets. They're fierce, frightening and very powerful looking hunter/beasts.
"Dear God." Max whispers "What the hell are they?"
Many of the statues also show the Predators engaged in combat with another species... ALIENS. The statues portray the Predators battling the Aliens as if they were fighting dragons.
Max is staring at another elaborate drawing showing the predators carrying their distinctive plasma guns - the ones they're carrying. Ianto walks up behind him. "Recognize what's on their shoulders?"
Jethro examines the walls of the chamber. Ancient painted murals depict humans kneeling in supplication before the Predators. "We worshipped these things?"
"According to this we did." George agrees "And the artifacts you removed from the sarcophagus seem to be their weapons."
Ianto nods as he watches Maddy walk over to one, reaching out to stroke it's cheek.
Rumtuck's Great-Grandfather.
Hers too.
Ianto's too now I guess.
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From an obscure high angle a Predator Is looking down on the group of humans. The Predator zooms in, focusing on the backpacks carried by Max, Verheiden and Bass. Within the packs are the three Predator Plasma Guns. Maddy glances up at him and gives him a motion of warning.
Rumtuck walks here … keep back …. or I will put you down cousin!
Ianto consults his digital compass. "Let's get moving. Just another 200 yards to the entrance."
They pass a Predator statue as the face of the statue softly distorts. It's not a statue. It's a real Predator. The human team have walked straight into an ambush!
Stone is bringing up the rear, MP-5 in hand. A noose suddenly drops around his neck, pulls tight, and drags him into the air. Stone dies silently.
Predator spear impales Bass. The force hurling him back with astonishing force, pinning him to the stone wall.
"Get down!" Ianto yells as Maddy swings to check who has joined them … clearly not her family, these unidentified ones are from another vessel. Now Ianto knows why this has all stared to happen. It's not Weyland poking about at all.
Another Predator family have come to poach on his family's hunt.
"What the hell was that?!" Coonr barks then a disc is spinning through the air, its razor-sharp edges catching the light.
"Down!" Ianto pushes Jethro to one side as the Predator Disc hurtles past. It strikes a Predator Statue behind them, cutting through the stone like it were paper. The head of the Statue comes crashing to the ground. Neatly decapitated. The fate that Jethro narrowly avoided.
Max carries an MP-5 in both hands, firing at an optical blur running across the chamber. Verheiden is also firing, filling the chamber with the deafening sound of gunfire.
"The Pyramid! It's shifting again." Weyland yells "The doors are closing!"
"Let's get out of here!" Ianto barks as he watches Maddy take on the other Predator.
The Pyramid has started to reconfigure once more. Thick stone slabs slide out from the wall, sub-dividing the chamber and splitting the human team into three separate groups. Each human trapped in their own newly created stone cell:
- Max, Weyland, Jethro and Ianto.
- Verheiden and Gordon.
- And Connors, all by himself.
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Connor stares up at the walls. For the moment he is safe from the Predators, but there is no escape from this room. He's on his own and terrified. He pounds against the walls, screaming at the top of his voice. "Hello! Help me! Somebody. Get me out of here!"
Connors' cry for help is barely audible. But right now Verheiden and Gordon have their own problems.
"What are those things? Did you see what they did to Bass and Stone?" Connor hisses as he snaps his fingers "I hit that son of a bitch. Dead on. He didn't stop. He didn't slow down. He didn't even flinch."
"Hey! Verheiden." Gordon says calmly.
"What?"
"I'm no soldier, but...I think you should calm down. We're not dead yet."
"Thanks, professor."
"Actually, it's Doctor." Gordon sighs "And you're welcome."